05-07-2018, 05:58 PM
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MARGAERY MIKAELSON
Margaery was... not well.
Her asthma had only seemed to grow more severe in the last few weeks, making it increasingly difficult to do much of anything without becoming winded and faint. The recent fire in her newly bloomed rose gardens aided her not, for the flames and smoke had all but suffocated her as she tried (and desperately at that) to salvage some remnant of her beautiful flowers. She was sick, terribly so, and yet, refused to get treatment, too much of a self-proclaimed queen to allow anyone to fuss over her to that extent. She knew how stupid of her it was to remain stubbornly silent about her condition, but she didn't care. If Suiteheart somehow caught word of the illness that plagued her, Margaery would only succeed in stressing her out- she had turned off the bond for a reason, after all.
Even now, her breathing was raspy as she joined the group, suspiciously eyeing the now charred wood. She didn't know why she was here, not when every part of her was screaming to simply sleep. Resting would fix this, she had assured herself time and time again, and then she'd be as good as new.
Her gaze was on Bastillepaw, empty, emotionless. Admittedly, she was a little out of it, heavily fatigued and feeling horribly nauseous as she simply just sat there. If she wanted to hide what was wrong with her, she was doing a terrible job at it. "Imperia is," a cough, [color=#b14767]"Right. Patience will bring control, I promise." She had once had so many powers at her disposal- the ability to teleport, to manipulate both minds and emotions, and her personal favorite: the ability to grow flowers at will. Of course, that last power had broken and she, unable to control it, sprouted roses everywhere she walked, their delicate blossoms reminiscent of the emotion she was feeling. She missed those flowers and the comfort they once brought her... now, they were but a memory.
[color=#b14767]"How's it coming?" She was trying so hard to ignore what Bast had done, rationalizing that it was simply a mistake. He had not intentionally done it. She was a hypocrite in that regard- Suite phased into a bear and she wouldn't even look at her, yet the moment that Bastillepaw's own powers when haywire she accepted the fault and moved on. [color=#b14767]"I still want a room," another cough, [color=#b14767]"with a window."
Her asthma had only seemed to grow more severe in the last few weeks, making it increasingly difficult to do much of anything without becoming winded and faint. The recent fire in her newly bloomed rose gardens aided her not, for the flames and smoke had all but suffocated her as she tried (and desperately at that) to salvage some remnant of her beautiful flowers. She was sick, terribly so, and yet, refused to get treatment, too much of a self-proclaimed queen to allow anyone to fuss over her to that extent. She knew how stupid of her it was to remain stubbornly silent about her condition, but she didn't care. If Suiteheart somehow caught word of the illness that plagued her, Margaery would only succeed in stressing her out- she had turned off the bond for a reason, after all.
Even now, her breathing was raspy as she joined the group, suspiciously eyeing the now charred wood. She didn't know why she was here, not when every part of her was screaming to simply sleep. Resting would fix this, she had assured herself time and time again, and then she'd be as good as new.
Her gaze was on Bastillepaw, empty, emotionless. Admittedly, she was a little out of it, heavily fatigued and feeling horribly nauseous as she simply just sat there. If she wanted to hide what was wrong with her, she was doing a terrible job at it. "Imperia is," a cough, [color=#b14767]"Right. Patience will bring control, I promise." She had once had so many powers at her disposal- the ability to teleport, to manipulate both minds and emotions, and her personal favorite: the ability to grow flowers at will. Of course, that last power had broken and she, unable to control it, sprouted roses everywhere she walked, their delicate blossoms reminiscent of the emotion she was feeling. She missed those flowers and the comfort they once brought her... now, they were but a memory.
[color=#b14767]"How's it coming?" She was trying so hard to ignore what Bast had done, rationalizing that it was simply a mistake. He had not intentionally done it. She was a hypocrite in that regard- Suite phased into a bear and she wouldn't even look at her, yet the moment that Bastillepaw's own powers when haywire she accepted the fault and moved on. [color=#b14767]"I still want a room," another cough, [color=#b14767]"with a window."
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